I read a passage from a Sherlock Holmes novel.
Young Adult (18-35)
North American (General)
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he flicked the horse with his whip, and we dashed away through the endless secession of somber and deserted streets, which widened gradually until we're flying across a broad ballast rated bridge with the murky river flowing sluggishly beneath us. Beyond Lee, another Dole wilderness of bricks and mortar, it's silence, broken only by the heavy regular footfall of the policemen or the songs and shouts of some belated party of revelers. A dole rack was drifting slowly across the sky and a star to twinkle dimly. Here and there, through the riffs of the clouds, Holmes drove in silence with his head sunk upon his breast and the air of a man who was lost in thought when I sat beside him, curious to learn what this new quest might be, which seemed to taxes powers some sorely and yet afraid to break in upon the current of his thoughts. We had driven several miles, and we're beginning to get the fringe of the bounds of suburban visas. When he shook himself, shrugged his shoulders and lit up his pipe with the air of a man who was satisfied himself that he's acting for the best